These pages have been oh so quiet this week as I've been criss-crossing our country like a madwoman for work. The days were progressively hotter with a treacherous trifecta of Las Vegas (110 degrees) to Phoenix (115 degrees) and back to LA which I expected to be temperate but which was instead 107 degrees late yesterday afternoon. Hello global warming!
During this intensely hot traveling, I had the distinct pleasure of email-interviewing Ed Park about his debut novel Personal Days and other tidbits. I also had the distinct embarrassment of being so hurried, so hot, and so without a proper email or power connection for several days (read: me, on the floor of a hotel room in Phoenix, with 2% power remaining on my laptop and holding it high in the air for the only wireless connection I could find whilst banging out questions), that I flubbed a few questions and managed to butcher the English language in the process. With Ed! Ed of The Village Voice! Ed of The Believer! Ed of the Poetry Foundation! Ed of The Dizzies! Ed of Personal Days! Ed of so many things, all of which are grammatically correct!
But, alas, Ed is lovely and seemed not at all to care about my teen-aged interviewing style this week. (For those I've interviewed in the past, do let Ed know when you see him next that it is normally a very cerebral - somewhat more grammatically correct - endeavor!) There were many more nuanced & juicy questions about his book that I wanted to ask, but the LAist format doesn't really allow for it. So I'll have to save those questions for his reading this evening at Book Soup @ 7pm.
You must also go check-out my interview with him at LAist, where, as always, Ed recommends books I've never heard of (other than Rivka Galchen's Atmospheric Disturbances which is already at the tippy-top of my pile) but am now convinced I must read at once.
